Nude Descending the Staircase

I won’t write today.
I need to drain the swamp.
What’s that you say?

I can’t be a good lay
if I don’t delay my hump,
so I won't write today.

I found out the wild way
how hard my feet can stomp.
What's that you say?

There's too much hell to pay
for such a fun romp.
I won’t write today.

There'll be ruin and decay
if I don't refuse the prompt,
but what's that you say

about descending the staircase
while you're waiting for Duchamp?
I won’t write today.
What’s that you say?